Chapter 2:
Author Note: Thanks so much to everyone who left a comment, it means a lot. Now on with the story.
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Disclaimer: I don't own neither Patrick Jane nor Teresa Lisbon.
The first rays of sun managed to penetrate Teresas' window as her alarm clock struck seven am. The annoying sound woke the girl. With an exasperat sigh, she turned off the alarm and got out of bed.
Today started her last year in highschool. She showered pretty quickly and then, with a towel wrapped around her body, she stood in front of her wardrobe, to pick up her outfit. She chose a pair of plain high-waisted, skinny jeans combined with a thin maroon crop top jumper. Though it still was September, the air was already quite chilly. She put on her navy blue converse and went downstairs.
Lydia greeted her with a big smile and gave her her breakfast. It had been a month and a half since the wedding, and things had gone rather smoothly, without fights nor adjustment problems. Her father was happy again and so was Teresa.
She finished her scrambled eggs and ran upstairs to comb her hair. On her way up, Teresa almost tripped over her father, whom shouted a "have a good day" while he smirked at his daughter manners at this time of the day. Mr Lisbon said a general goodbye, gave a kiss to his wife and went out the door, ready to work.
Teresa brushed her teeth and decided to just dry her hair and leave it with her natural waves.
She hung her backpack and did the same as her father had done just some minuts ago. She walked to her best friends' house and rang the doorbell. Graces' face appeared. She was wearing a floral dress, but to make the outfit more casual, she had black converse on her feet. Grace had braided her hair to a side, and had her eyeline done. She shouted a quick goodbye to her mum and stepped out of the house.
"So... Any news? How's the Lisbon household doing?" Grace broke the silence. "Just fine, if you may know, we've gotten on fairly well, of course, she'll never be my mum, but she's trying, and her cooking skills are amazing" "See? Told you she wouldn't be horrible! You were just afraid she would replace your mum, but that were just silly thoughts. Anyway, question of the century: What about that boy from the party?" Grace was almost skipping from the emotion. Teresa feigned indiference "What about it? I've told you, I have not known anything, not that I cared-" "Don't try to pull my leg, we both know you would've wanted to meet him again" Grace cut in. "If you had not interrupted me so rudely, you could've heard my argument" Teresa mocked annoyance. "Sorry, go on, Miss GoodManners" Both girls laughed. "What I was going to say is that even if I took any interest, he worked in a carnival, we would not be able to start anything, we would be seperate almost always, it would not be a sane relationship. Besides, I would have to arrest him constantly for fraud." The redhead was smiling at this point. "What are you smiling at?" Teresa inquired. "You've been thinking about it! Admit it! You have a slight crush on that boy! I knew it!" Grace sing-sang. "I do not!" Claimed the brunette teen. "You're blushing! Admit it!" "Grace, stop being childish or I swear-" "you'll do what? You know I'm right, if not, you wouldn't have rosy cheeks, and it's not because of the cold. Just say yes! It's no big deal!" Insisted Grace. "I'd rather eat a spider." Teresa answered, with a ghost of smile. Grace, kept on trying til the end of their way.
They arrived at the entrance of their high school, and found the usual, groups of teenagers screaming, laughing, and joking. They approached Rigsby and Cho. Both boys greeted them enthusiastically, although Cho, being the stoic asian, didn't seem to feel any emotions at all. They saw a group of girls screaming louder than the rest, so, out of curiosity, the four teens approched the screaming girls. Rigs and Cho opted to stay out of the hummble, but Grace dragged her friend into the centre of the noise. When Teresa saw what- better whom was the causing of the female excitment, she stopped dead in her tracks: Patrick Jane, her secret fantasy boy, stood there, all winks and charming smiles. She caught his eye and did the unexpected, he blew her a kiss, causing the surronding girls to get even more excited, if possible.
Grace sent her a look, and dragged her out to the inside of the building. What a long night awaited her.
A/N: So sorry for my posting delay, it's been a hell of a trimester. I had the chapter almost ready by September, but I just could not find the time to post. I beg forgiveness, it was irresponsible from me. Plz leave your thoughts!
Nan.